Page 192 of Remnants: Disruption
I buck against her naked body, my hips seeking out pressure for the wave of ecstasy that pounds down my spine. She muffles my cries with her mouth, her tongue lapping at the words that I’m sure are already garbled and nonsensical.
“Oh, Arya,” she whispers, releasing my lips. “Oh, my heart.”
“Let me fuck you,” I let out in a pained cry, pressing her hips firmly against mine. Her ass better have nail marks after this is all said and done.
Her laugh comes out in a gasp as she rocks harder against me. “Are you sure you—”
She yelps out as I spin us both, landing her on her back with her head near the pillows. I straddle her hips and finally pin her between my own arms.
“If you’re going to dominate me,” I hiss, peeling off the shirt that’s become far too tight, “then I’m going to fight back.”
Cass’ grin turns downright predatory as her hands find my hips. “You like being prey?”
I let out a somewhat surprised wheeze, but it catches in my throat when her hands caress my ass beneath the pants.
“With you, yes,” I pant, falling forward with my head against the crook of her neck. I press kisses to her jugular, feeling the pulse point throb beneath.
She lets out a low, rumbling laugh.
And I can’t handle it anymore.
With an awkward series of leg kicks, I get my joggers down to my ankles. Cass watches with a bemused expression until I finally get my underwear off, too.
“You are beautiful,” she whispers breathily. “I cannot wait to make you mine.”
“Please,” I whimper, realizing just how much the thought excites me.
Her hands move from where they’d held firmly against my ass. One traces a path down my chest, fingers brushing over nipples that ache to be touched. The other slides between our legs.
“You make me so wet,” she whispers, and I see the way her eyes widen. The way her fingers move rhythmically—not against me, but herself.
“Oh,” I breathe, not sure what to do with my own hands. “Let me?”
Cass pauses briefly, her breaths coming faster. But she nods, just once.
I grin broadly as I slide lower down her thighs, my face coming to rest at her taut abdomen. “You’re a goddess.”
She lets out a breathy laugh but doesn’t fight the compliment.
I press a kiss to her belly button. Then lick a broad stroke down further, pausing before pressing a kiss to her pubis.
“Oh,” I huff, taking in her scent. “Oh, god, you smell so good.”
A hand presses to the back of my head and I take the cue.
The first lick alone almost sends me over the edge. I fight the urge to use my own hand to release the pressure. But, God, she tastes like forever.
Like everything. Likemyeverything.
“I’m going to come before you do,” I whimper, tracing my tongue up her drenched slit.
Cass says something, but it’s caught in an unintelligible groan. A noise I’ve never heard and desperately want to never forget.
She moves my head further up and I oblige, wrapping my hands between her thighs and hip instead.
“Arya,” she gasps, bucking against my face, her taste inundating my senses in the best way. “Arya, please—I…”
I suck and nip at her clit, each electing a tightening grip at my hair. Her nails dig into my scalp, scratching as I suck.
